I'll be married to a drug lord
In Columbia we'll live
We'll have a fancy mansion
And fifteen little kids
They'll run around the backyard
In fields of cannabis
You'll want the life I'm soon to have
You'll hope, you'll pray, you'll wish.
So don't tell me that I'm stupid
Don't tell me that I'm dumb
Don't tell me college is the place
Cuz our friendship will be done!
So when you see me in ten years
As happy as can be
Wearing jackets made of fur
And flashing my bling-bling
You'll realize that YOU were wrong
In going to more school
Cuz I'll be married to a drug lord
And you'll never be that cool
